Chapter 37: Everything is settled 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Chapter Thirty-seven of Ruthless.

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Life introduces a lot to us, leaving us to decide. The people we want around us, the school we want to attend, and what we desire to become whether it is right or wrong. Whether they are good for us or not. Is that even fair at all? Life should have thought of giving out an area of concentration at least. Maybe then, people would walk at the right place at the right time, choose the right partner, follow the right career, be successful in time, surround themselves with the right people, live a good life, and not make a single mistake.

But what should one call students who were given an area of concentration yet failed?

Uhmmm.....

A conclusion that we might never achieve anything even if we could see the future when we aren't prepared for it, determined to win, propose to do all that it takes, and intentionally study, work, strive, choose our decisions carefully, and pray that life turns out great with all the efforts we put in.

Would Tacha agree she walked at the right place at the wrong time?

Well, no one asked themselves about that. That thought only comes up when things aren't going our way. When we begin to regret the decisions we once thought were great but ended up flopping.

Going to the club after her breakup was great. She felt good. She felt alive. She thought she had done the right thing. But being rejected wasn't. It damaged her emotionally again. She concluded she wasn't the type to have that kind of fun. She wasn't the type to be loved, or accepted by the men she liked. She should have stayed in the house crying till her last drop.

A smile crossed Tacha's face. Life needs to be studied, because life is intentional. Life wants you to try again. Life waits for you to give back what you sow truly, but never stops you from or takes away the chance for you to till again. Life is willing to let us plow, sow, and raise ourselves again. Everyone who succeeds, and gets what they wanted in life has one thing in common. They got intentional about life. Either the right or wrong way, they desire to achieve something.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

The floor counted her steps as Tacha hit the flooring of Lucas's lounge slowly, a step accompanied by different thoughts on her mind. When she said life throws you the same event right in your face over and over again till you learn; she meant that man. The one who looked like an actor on a magazine covers as always. The one who stole her heart even when she thought she was hurting from a broken relationship. His eyes. His strong body, incredibly sexy broad shoulders. The definition of what chocolate feels like. Dark and sweet, addictive and alters your thinking, the best cravings that make you a devoted one. Oh! Her heart beat like crazy. Goosebumps all over her skin. The result you get when you admire a sweet smile that could send one's brain to default, is to be permitted to only think of this fine man. It appeared different.

Right there. Where they met. Where she felt like being taken by him. Consumed by the heat of his body. An immediate response her body gave as a confirmation that even on the first day, she liked everything about this man. The attraction was undeniable. And now, he made her feel like a woman. He made her love her body and dress it up. He showed her the confidence she lacked in herself. The way he worshipped her body with excitement written all over his face whenever he was around her. How come she never realised all that? His effort to stay calm was totally different from when they first met. Natasha's visit was enough to clear her negative thoughts. Do some thinking baby! Do it!

As if the seat was meant for Nathan, Tacha stopped and watched him from where she was. He was there, smiling as he scooped something from a white bowl into his mouth, slapping the other hand of the person before him away. A smile crossed Tacha's face, trying her best not to laugh. Just look at that. She finally chuckled. It was so cute watching him act so cool with his friend. He never did that with her. Tacha heaved a sigh. You have to do this babe. She told herself. Just like the other time she walked up to him, Tacha was doing it again. Her feet were taking her to where Nathan was. At his cousin, Natasha's birthday party.

Tacha and Eric shared a glance. He understood and knew what was going on between those two even if Nathan never said anything about her to them. He stood up, hurrying three spoons of ice cream into his mouth, which made Nathan question why he had to do that. Eric sent Nathan a kiss instead. "Enjoy it all boy. I know you like it so much." He emphasized it, and Nathan thought it was his ice cream.

"Don't you dare come back Eric! What's with you and ice cream? Gosh! I don't even take this thing that much. I'm only taking one since this birthday started. Even this month." Nathan yelled, a small chuckle escaping from Tacha's mouth.

When Nathan tried to dip his spoon inside the bowl again, the white plastic spoon in his hand hit the table instead. His brows furrowed with concern, his voice sounding frustrated. "Eri--" he was about to call his friend, but paused, his eyes staying just there when he looked up at someone else instead. The rest of the world died in his mouth when he saw her. He wasn't expecting to see her. So dressed up and beautiful. He quickly looked around, to spy on the men inside the room if any of them were staring at her. Well, they were. Her dress was too sinful. It felt like her second skin, bringing out the whole glory of her shape. Who wouldn't turn around to stare at that twice? Bloody sexy. Can she just go back wearing those baggy clothes to keep these men off her. But all the same, Nathan thought she fitted into that dress and she was extremely sexy, even with the makeup she had on her face.

Nathan rolled those eyes at Tacha and she forgot to breathe. Tacha's heartbeat ceased to breathe the moment he looked up at her. His eyes were devouring her. Devouring the dark off shoulder sequin dress she got from Natasha. Only Nathan was capable of shutting down her nagging thoughts just with his eyes. His gaze swept her whole body in one stare. Very soft, extremely calm, yet no word, no sound. Then it hit her. It hit Tacha how much looking alone could communicate. His eyes were pleased to see her. But, she thought... Doesn't he love my dress or what?

Tacha swallowed her thoughts. "Can I touch you?" It was more of a whisper but he could hear her.

He drew back his bowl of ice cream away from her. "When do you need permission to?"

Tacha's heartbeat skipped a beat, what was this man doing to her? Would she ever be able to get over him as she planned? Would she ever be able to stop thinking about those magical eyes, those strong arms around her waist? His strong body and how he looked at her. How he stared at her made her heart race for him every time she was around him. Tacha's thoughts were back, but she was quick to calm her nerves, reaching to the side of Nathan's cheek slowly. The exact cheek where she slapped. Damn! Even her whole body reacted to just a touch. She wanted to get closer and wrap her arms around him, but she had to resolve the issue that brought her there.

The spoon of ice cream Nathan lifted successfully from the bowl hung in the air, melting gently back into the bowl of ice cream as she placed her hand on his cheek. Reacting to the gentle touch on his cheek, Nathan felt his body stunned by her touch. It was meant to be there, because he had craved for it badly. Her touch. Getting him hard slowly, and the truth was, he loved to be touched by her. Only her. Damn! Nathan looked up at Tacha. He was vulnerable at the moment and didn't bother to hide it. He was at a loss as to how her touch was able to change his mind so quickly.

Their eyes locked together, letting them realise the awkward pause that sat heavily around them. She soothed the aching need sitting on Nathan's chest for days. With her voice. Her touch. The heat of her body connected to his as she gently moved closer to him. She really didn't know what that touch meant to him. She really didn't know how deep of a shit he had gotten into because of her. A shit he really doesn't give a damn about but now fucked with. Her.

For a long moment, she was silent. She studied his eyes. They were no longer cold like those days she came around to get his attention. They were alive, burning into hers. Soft, and emitting desires, studying her. Tacha swallowed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "I thought you would never choose me." She said, her eyes choosing to stay on Nathan just like him. "I thought you just wanna get me into your bed, and you did it despite how much I fought. What else could he possibly want from me? He's gotten what he wanted. He had cheated me. He even offered me money for me to forget all about it. He even laughed in my face. His sister disrespected me. His mum called me names. And what did he do? He ignored me. No calls, no texts. I was stupid to wait for them. It was just sex Tacha, nothing else. Don't ever think for a man." Tacha paused, taking as much courage as she could before she continued.

"I thought I was just another fling he had. I was never enough. To a guy like him, never! I don't have a chance. I must be joking with myself thinking one sex was all it takes for this guy to choose me. You said it several times. I'm a lowlife, I'm not good enough for you, I'm not the type that can even touch you. It breaks my heart, Nathan. Even on the first day when I chose you." Her hand moved up on his face. "It breaks my heart because no matter how I tried to deny it, from the day I set my eyes on you, I liked you. I still do, and that's why it's hard for me to think straight cause I thought you just wanted to keep having sex with me. I may be drunk, have fought with you, said a lot of bad things towards you...The truth remains that I was angry because I thought you cheated me, and I couldn't do anything about it. Like, what can a nobody like me do to you?" A tear rolled down Tacha's cheek. The pain in her chest was so heavy just like the mountain on top of it. Having the courage to pour her mind to Nathan made her so happy. She promised herself she wouldn't hold anything back, and she never did.

"I was always angry every time you talked down to me. Always mad every time you disrespected me, never stood up for me, still take up my space and show up to my face like I fucked you and it is what it is...you aren't the first anyways." Tacha said with an attitude on her face before she dropped her hand from his face, followed by her gaze to her side biting her lips to hold back her tears from falling. For a moment, she felt embarrassed, and slowly, a tear slipped out of her second eye anyway.

Nathan's hand found its way to her face and slowly with the tip of his middle finger, he wiped the tear away, standing to his feet. Tacha's stare came on him so deeply. She wasn't expecting that response. The pain in her eyes slowly melted away and she whispered. "Thank you." Her eyes did not leave him again as her mouth slowly opened again. "Before that day, I was angry cause I was ready to move on, and believed you were done with me, but then, you showed up again."

"I didn't know what came over me that made me slap you. But I really want you to know I'm deeply sorry." Tacha sucked in her lips, biting off the lipstick on them before she continued. "Even if we are finally going to let go of everything. You are still a good man, and--"

Nathan brought his mouth to hers speedily. To stop her. From finishing her last statement.

Tacha thought he was going to kiss her, but he didn't. His breath stayed on her face and her core tightened. He was breathing her and she was at a loss as to how her whole body was responding to his sudden touch. Nathan held her at the back of her waist, bringing her even closer.

Yes. That strong hand was back. The rest of the thoughts Tacha had left were erased.

Nathan brought her even closer. Did he really hear her say...let go of everything? She really must be joking. It was never going to work. Not anymore. Never!

He finally understood what certain people meant by; her tears are enough to dissolve, destroy, or melt away one's anger, because it did. Watching those tears roll down slowly broke his heart.

Tacha leaned closer to him. As if drawn by an invisible force, she pushed her chest against his, letting it sit on his hard chest. After two nights with him, Tacha already knew what Nathan couldn't turn his back on. Immediately...after his in and out thoughts. Fuck those who choose to watch him. He was breaking this principle. It was his goddamn lounge, with the woman he must never allow to escape from him again.

Nathan crushed his lips on hers, getting what he wanted. As if expecting it, Tacha pushed her body forward to him and embraced him as he took her like he had wanted to for a long time. Desperately. Vigorously. Satisfying every bit of her cravings. His desires.

"Hey! What are you doing nigga. Get a room before your face is all over the bloggers' pages." Eric yelled at the two, separating them.

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They managed to get a room on the closest floor.

When Nathan left her mouth to explore her neck, the next place his hands went to was inside her dress. He shoved it up, moving his hands up to Tacha's boobs. Very quickly. Tacha removed her two hands, letting the gown fall from her chest area to give him access. Very snappy, he released them, exposing them from the lace transparent, black bra which she wore underneath. Then he grabbed them, one with his hand and one in his mouth, she rewarded him with a deep groan coming deep down from her throat, for taking them despite how huge they were in his hands, carefully tracing her hard nipples. Tacha's body came alive, swimming in sensation when his right hand slowly slipped into her centre to spy the wetness that made her sing his name in victory.

"Nat--oh my...oh!" She breathed, unable to finish her words when he went in and out speedily. Haze of lust blinked from her eyes as he went even faster, quite mercilessly, torturing her body. He rubbed her centre roughly, capturing her mouth. When he slipped his hand back into her centre, he whispered into her ears as she moaned.

"Don't you ever...ever think that way about yourself." He brought his lips back to hers breathing her intently, looking straight into her eyes. "Damn! I've never in my life felt this way with any woman Tacha. Never!" He breathed, bent down, and kissed her slowly while his right hand worked slowly at her centre. He slipped in more fingers and she gasped, holding him tightly for support. "If you are mine, the only option left for them is to accept you, because you are all I think about. You are my light babe. It means you make me happy, and I want to see the whole world with you, become a better version of myself that will love you, care for you, stand up for you, and let you know how much you mean to me.  I like you so much too. Didn't you see it all this time? I really do, and I don't want you to ever think you don't deserve me because it's the other way round." He took her lips gently and finally regained his concentration as he pumped into her, refusing her plead till she had her first release.

Nathan grabbed her hips before she could relax, pushing her up, even higher, till they were both balanced, perfectly wrapping her weak legs around his waist, resting her back on the wall, till she could feel his fully, risen, extremely hard, boneless male part. It sent happiness as bubbles to her stomach, and slowly, Tacha felt ripples spread all over her body as they humped each other. Their eyes were taking in every reaction they expressed. His hawk eyes sank into hers that he couldn't wait to put himself deep inside her. He smiled at her. "Be free with me Tacha. You can talk to me as well. Don't hold back anything from me anymore." He meant them all.

His eyes settled on her as they rubbed each other. "I should start." He chuckled and she did too, encouraging him. "Well, I really thought that was going to be the end of us. The slap hit different. I thought about it and felt you had been waiting for the right time to do that. Tell me the truth, did I annoy you that much?"

A rough chuckle escaped Tacha's lips. Her lips spread into a wide grin after. She shifted her gaze to the cheek she slapped and placed a kiss on the cheek three times. Using the tip of her tongue on his cheek to tease him a little. And then a very slow lick on it.

Damn! Nathan turned to her so quickly. It was his turn to grin. "Are you being serious. That's your way of saying you are sorry."

Tacha made fun of him, holding onto him. "Am I being serious? Yet you grew harder bro. Have you forgotten I can feel you down there? Do you really want them in words or that way? I can take it back."

He laughed. "Well, at least you know the machine gun is working."

"Oh my God." Tacha laughed. "One of the things I can't ever forget about your mum. That's so embarrassing to say while we were there." Tacha's laugh came out even harder. "How did you feel then?"

"It's my mum Tacha. She says a bunch of nonsense at times."

Tacha slapped Nathan's lips slowly, and it earned her a cute look from Nathan. She couldn't resist a grin "What? She loves you all so much. Don't talk about her like that. I understand I'm expected to talk badly about her because she dislikes me so much, but that's the difference between your mum and me. But for you boys, every woman coming into your lives will be lucky. And if as a mother, I have a boy who has gotten to a stage where he needs to show up with a woman or show me the progress with his woman but never did, I will ask, baby boy, are you sure the machine gun is working?"

"Whaaaaaaat? Oh my God!" Nathan's laugh was quite a huge one. "Are you women really the same regardless of whether you are a mother or not. That's so embarrassing to ask please. My prick working is none of my mum's business."

A smile spread on Tacha's lips up to her eyes. "It is. She needs to know what's going on at thirty-one when there isn't any sign. A man can be sick in different ways."

Her smile warmed up the entire part of Nathan's body twitching life to his cock. He was now uncomfortable. He dropped Tacha and reached for his belt, taking his trousers off. "So, back to that night. I actually hit Ricko because he said nasty things about you with his friend. Apart from him saying nasty things about you, the thought of your body being groped by him sent an ice through my veins. You really think I was going to allow that? Never! Not him, not anyone. Tacha, I'm not joking."

A huge smile claimed Nathan's face when he saw the stare Tacha gave him the moment he released his huge man, letting it bounce so quickly in the air. He threw her a wink. "We miss you."

A loud laughter roared out of Tacha's lips. She covered her face for she was caught, laughing. That was another discovery. He jokes, and he seems sillier. Quite embarrassing to her. They never really talked this freely.

Tacha covered her body with her dress, moving closer to the bed to sit. She sat at the edge, trying to fix her dress, but Nathan came beside her, lifting her to sit on his lap. He took her lips very quickly. "Take that gown off. You don't need it for now. Please...will you do that already?" Nathan's voice expressed his rawness Tacha had never heard him before. He was really expressing himself a lot this time. From confessing how much he liked her to being real with her, having cool conversations, and having fun all the way. Every inch of their bodies aching to be touched and they did, both of them helping each other to take their clothes off.

He shifted them till he was balanced. "Do you?"

She answered with a nod, lifting herself for him to reach her entrance.

When he finally entered through her centre, Tacha's breath caught in her throat. He seemed bigger this time. His eyes watched her as he drove into her slowly, pleasure sinking out of her face with pleas to never stop, to loud moans that escaped her when he drove her even faster, pushing herself up to meet every thrust he gave. At this point, he wanted to be the only man to make her feel this way. To make her tremble underneath him, and even on top of him, like what they had at the moment, and many more. After several minutes of riding nonstop, he held down her hips, entering one moment at a time slowly with vigour. She screamed a gasp in response as he racked every corner of her wall. She was close, yet trembling above him for more as she wrapped her body around him, squeezing her lower part of herself more tightly to have every inch of him inside her.

Tacha gasped for breath, but none made it to her lungs until she reached her beam, holding onto him for support. He couldn't pull out because she rode him afterwards, allowing himself to release into her.

"Tacha." He whispered.

She responded with a moan instead, her centre still gripping his cock, and they started all over again...